My love, my sweet, if I could give you only one piece of advice, it would be that you don’t have to live my chains.
Momma has been through a lot in life, long before you were born. So much, in fact, I could write a book but I’m not going to do that today. Today, I want to tell you one thing: you are not my past story. You have a future story, a future self, that can live in freedom and peace.
Now, you may have to travel some difficult roads to get there but that’s ok. You are a resilient and fierce female, my love. You are delicate like a flower, but can rage like the ocean. You are my daughter, a butterfly floating along and a lioness hiding in the grass. You are the sunny sky and a storm. You are a sparkling treasure and the muddy ground. And in your eyes, I see hope for the future.
You see, you don’t have to live my chains, dear one. You don’t have to body shame and body hate and obsess about your body-your self above loving your self and other selves.
You don’t have to live my addiction, my child. That need to escape all things, escape the world and hate the world. You don’t have to drown your beauty or cover up your fear. You don’t have to run from love.
You don’t have to be defined by trauma, my love. kept in darkness by secrets. You don’t have to be a victim no matter what happens. You are not what happens to you. You are not what happened to me.
You see, you are an overcomer, a survivor, a lover and healer. You are a daughter of the King and a dreamer. You sing a song of peace and freedom and chains – what chains! – you move freely in the light, free to laugh and dance and sing and dream and be all of those things God has called you to be. All of those things you dream.
You don’t have to live my chains, my sweet one, for the prison doors are wide open. And – Other prisoners are waiting to be set free, my love. You don’t have to live my chains, dear one. There is much work to be done. Many who need to hear your chain-free song.